Spot The Difference

[Intro] Gotcha [Chorus: YP14] My district has too much drillers Like, who wants it? Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest? They talk that talk on gats But them boys, they ain’t got no triggers They act like they in trenches But them boys ain't got no diggers Like, spot the difference [Verse 1: YP14] ONEFOUR, we still active, we still urching (Active) If I ain't there in the field, cuz, then I guarantee I’m working (Trap, trap, trap) My crew still in the trap, flippin' packs, dis and dat Heard there's runners here in my hood How can they run, lad, without tax? And if we're talking scores, hashtag facts (Facts) Like who got robbed at Cass? (Who?) Try coming down on them trains, lad You get sent home on them tracks (Don't run, don't run) J_EMZ took that trip, lad, with a stick (Hoo, hoo) Jump out gang, cuz, and we smoked him like a spliff H-h-how can I call them opps? (Ayy?) How can I call them opps? (How can I?) They run off and leave their friends for dead More like a bunch of dogs (Ooh-ooh) No way I can be like them I got my bros like Drake & Josh (My brothers) And all this talk about smoke How come none of my men been shot? Not one of my men been got [Verse 2: Spenny14] Got no hesitation (None) I ride or die for my block (Of course) These critics claim that we fakin' it But won't live a day in my socks (No way) I was on the streets since fifteen (Huh) Tryna force a shiv on these opps (Who’s that?) Urching every day on them dogs Like, who really wants to get got? (Who?) Can’t affiliate with a friend of a opp That bridge gets burnt (Burnin') One of the youngins took that trip And phoned our line saying, "Kill confirmed" (Haha) He was out for his stripes and on that night That villain’s respect was earnt (Smitty) Now he's doing a stretch for the gang Can't wait for the day that he makes a return (Free him) Deacon Chef, he's a ONEFOUR rider Still tryna make it dip like Tyga (Dip, dip) Like who’s that opp on the block? Loot that fafa's shit like Swiper We're them rowdy boys like Piper Got a venomous bite, no viper See me leading the pack like a captain At the front of the field like a striker (Rah, rah) [Chorus: YP14] My district has too much drillers Like, who wants it? (Who wants it?) Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest? (Ayy?) They talk that talk on gats But them boys, they ain't got no triggers (None) They act like they in trenches But them boys ain't got no diggers (Nah) Like, spot the difference My district has too much drillers (Too much) Like, who wants it? (Who wants it?) Like, who wants war with Sydney's realest? (Huh?) They talk that talk on gats But them boys, they ain't got no triggers (None) They act like they in trenches (Ayy) But them boys ain't got no diggers (Ayy, talk it) Like, spot the difference [Verse 3: Lekks14] Run through houses Kick down doors like Raptor Squad (Boom) They just talk backstage Bring cameras on, that's where these actors from They ain't frontline, they're felines, they're pussies (Haha) But I just dump mine Then rewind, and push it (Push it, push it, push it) We violate men, they talk too much We silence them, quiet them And plus, this blade will take his life And minus them (Ride on them) They say this shit disgust them But, us lads, we fuckin' love it (Love it) On site, we rush 'em, time and place And opps get got in public (Run it, run it) Marchin' like Russians Spark it, no bluffin' (None) Start it for nothin' Run, run when you see us comin' up [Verse 4: J_EMZ14] See, I still remember (Ayy) That day Freddy copped that whack (Free him) They took 'bout fifteen boys to court And all of us got knocked back (Yeah) Yeah, back in the days, was shanks and shivs But now we all got that strap (Bop) Now I'm hitting the Mounty Bop on an opp (Bop) As soon as I clock that back Opps, they burn when I'm on that track See, I've been going OT in the streets As soon as I got set free Now my young Gs loose on the roads They runnin' amok like Assassin's Creed (Ching ching) They scream, "J_EM, lad, do something Your boys are a different breed" (Huh) Then comes out my name, like YP said Of course, I'ma back my Gs (Of course) That side don't listen, ooh We took this drill thing serious Now look, some of the opps gone missin' (Got put in a box) Like, why do you think our faces are hidden? The gang's on strict conditions We come through militant Whole crew diligent, ready to back our district They hate our rude image They say my crew's British We pull up like, "Who's with it?" Load that clip like grrr, finish Been gone for two minutes Wait, wait, lad, stop that car Better hit that gas when I let that slap Doot, doot!